The Girl Who Danced in Rain

Chapter:3The Clock Ticks

The clock was ticking.It was four in the morning and Anne was crying over the chaos her life had become. She could no longer untangle the knots tightening around her existence. There was the time when she had only heard about the post-traumatic stress but now she was living it. She was the victim of endless thoughts tormenting her.

The peril of lost love was haunting her. Her beautiful laughter was echoing in the air. The photographs on her side table were proof that a deeper love existed between two love birds. They immersed themselves into each other, were nearly inseparable but nature knows how to divide people into halves.

She remembered the night when she heard him saying that he was going away on a mission of the army and she could not stop him. she wanted to tell him that she needed him here the most but he was duty-bound and could not miss the obligation. Nature had become cruel once and for all and she could not do anything about it.

She wrote him numerous letters pleading him to come back or visit her just once but those letters were never answered. She felt abandoned by her love.

What happens when love abandons you? It takes all of your energy from you and makes you wish death upon yourself. She glanced at the ribbon tied to her wrist. It seemed to get tightened every passing second as if trying to steal her pulse. At that moment she thought it was just her imagination. When she exhaled deeply and tugged at it she came to know that the ribbon was a bit loose on her wrist. The ribbon was golden adorned with silver danglers on every inch of it. She used to love this bracelet as it was given to her by Miles but Miles was nowhere around her and the bracelet was losing its spark.

She rose from her bed, sobbing quietly. The lights remained off — she didn’t need them. Darkness had long become her only companion.

She struggled her way through her room to the TV lounge downstairs. There's a small green light over the wall which was letting her guess her way. She went to her parents room. Both of them had stopped sleeping in one room and had separate rooms now. She checked upon her mother who was talking to some devilish being in her dream. she was making huge noise in her room. She wanted to wake her up but she stopped. it was not a good idea to disturb her in her sleep. She drew the blanket over her shoulders, patted her over her head and then came out of the room. She was now headed towards Mickey and Ron's joint room. Both of them, irrespective of the fact were rivals, were destined to stay together. Mickey pledged that he would take care of his older brother. He used to boast off his status as a medicine student. He said that he was studying Ron as a research subject; it would be good for his profile as a doctor after some years. She peeked into their room. They were asleep and now was the turn of her father being superintended by her. She went near the door of his father's room. she turned the lock clockwise but she could not unlock the door. she dropped the idea of seeing her father at this time of the night and went upstairs quietly.

Although it was quiet all around Anne but she was still feeling chained and suffocated. maybe it was the interior of the house that was making her jump over her feet. Her body ached to go outside maybe for some fresh air. She used the stair case that lead to the roof. Once she climbed the stairs she was in the open air. She could feel herself in the air. the breeze was touching and kissing her body. her night gown was floating in the air. A gist of cool air hit against her body and she involuntarily touched herself over her bust. She was a petite girl with supple breasts and lean thighs. Due to her invoked depression, she had never admired her body or touched it out of passion. She was leading a disciplined life and in this life there was no place of having the luxury of touching one self let alone having someone to massage you or give you physical comfort.

Even with Miles, she never had passionate moments. Miles never touched her deliberately and she was shy around him. She could not meet his eyes when talking and Miles never said that her habit of lowering her eyes while talking or simply her shyness bothered him.

One day Miles was stationed at their home and her father was supervising his stay strictly. She really wanted to meet him and caress him but due to his father's helicopter nature,she could not do it.

When everyone went to sleep at night, she moved towards his room with a cat-like silence leaving no hint of her approach. She wanted to pounce over Miles' chest and wanted to hug him tightly but she feared the reaction of Miles. She was afraid that Miles, due to his training of self-restraint would set her off and would ask her to leave so she cautiously went close to him and sat down on her feet near his bed and kept on watching Miles with love.

She gently ran her fingers through his hair. She smooched him over his forehead. As soon as she lowered her face over his forehead again, Miles got up. She was stunned. Miles had a pleasant wonder in his eyes and his eyes moved as if he was asking her what she was doing in his room at this time of the night.

"I wanted to ask if you needed anything.I...I might deliver it" she told him with a trembling voice. He got up from his bed suddenly and Anne had to move away from his bed. She rose from the floor and stumbled back. Miles got up and moved towards the corner she was standing in. He saw him with a powerful gaze. The gaze was so powerful that Anne had to gasp for air.